by Prasanta | Oct 27, 2015 | Uncategorized
1 The Lord is my light and my salvation— whom shall I fear? The Lord is the stronghold of my life— of whom shall I be afraid? … 4 One thing I ask from the Lord, this only do I seek: that I may dwell in the house of the Lord all the days of my...
by Prasanta | Oct 26, 2015 | Poetry
What did Autumn ask of you? What did Autumn ask of you On trails of fallen leaves Where children stomp Adults stroll and winds scatter? What did your eyes seek Among the rust, the gold? You were the rod, the arm, the voice You were honey withdrawn From...
by Prasanta | Oct 23, 2015 | Poetry
I remember you as you were in the last autumn. You were the grey beret and the still heart. In your eyes the flames of the twilight fought on. And the leaves fell in the water of your soul. Clasping my arms like a climbing plant the leaves garnered your voice, that...
by Prasanta | Oct 21, 2015 | Allergies, Food, Food Allergies
On September 18, 2015, an 18 year old college freshman in Ontario died of anaphylaxis after ordering a smoothie at the college cafeteria. She had known peanut and dairy allergies. She did not have her EpiPen injectors with her. Also in September of this year, a...
by Prasanta | Oct 20, 2015 | Poetry
When the frosty kiss of Autumn in the dark Makes its mark On the flowers, and the misty morning grieves Over fallen leaves; Then my olden garden, where the golden soil Through the toil Of a hundred years is mellow, rich, and deep, Whispers in its sleep....
by Prasanta | Oct 19, 2015 | God's love, Poetry
Autumn Leaf Beautifully curling upward, Cupping droplets that land on its skin I take my finger, wipe the drop Leaving a skirmish behind The autumn leaf is like a heart Turned toward heaven Changing colors, singing in its death— I wonder, Leaf, how many songs have you...
by Prasanta | Oct 16, 2015 | Poetry
O hushed October morning mild, Thy leaves have ripened to the fall; Tomorrow’s wind, if it be wild, Should waste them all. The crows above the forest call; Tomorrow they may form and go. O hushed October morning mild, Begin the hours of this day slow. Make the...
by Prasanta | Oct 3, 2015 | Uncategorized
The leaves fall, fall as from far Like distant gardens withered in the heavens; They fall with slow and lingering descent. And in the nights the heavy Earth, too, falls From out the stars into the Solitude. Thus all doth fall. This hand of...
